**************One of the pictures imagined in here, (the father's) is not an original:) Inspired by one of the many essays written by Robert Fulghum. This is what he and his daughter draw, their palm outlines, one inside the other, after they meet for the first time, when she has grown into a young lady, having been given up for adoption as a newborn. A touching anecdote from his life, where he calls this his talisman.

6 comments:

beautiful and warm write .... i reiterate ... left me all teary eyed!!! fills the heart with so much love!!! father-daughter bond is something really wonderful and strong!! and the love drawn by the daughter really touches a chord!! a father love is truly gold - pure and unadultrated!!

:).....I have so much to say for what you said back there....and I will..... just overwhelmed as of now....I am blessed too...:)and one of these days....who knows...in a year,in two years...maybe a few more.....we will meet somewhere....maybe just bump into each other on a busy street?:)Tag accepted.......loved what you wrote about it...:)beautifully expressed ...so much...about just holding hands...:)more on that and on mine back there tomorrow.....have to run now.......work and more work.....:)love and hugs!!:)